I had just arrived at my office and was looking at a beautiful gift from my colleague, when a student passed by my door. While looking at the gift, I was pondering
the many blessings in my life. What a privilege
to work with such a wonderful lady!
The previously mentioned student stopped backed up and said, “You
ALWAYS have a smile on your face. No one
is around and there you are smiling.” My
response at first jumbled, ended with, “I’m serving Jesus, I have so much to be
happy about!”
It is true.
This season I’ve been overwhelmed with the beauty of God wrapping
Himself in flesh to come as a humble infant…then live a sinless life as an
example of us to follow. Then the
amazing sacrifice of His life for my sins…making it possible for me to have
relationship with Him.
So, this season, I have much to smile about! Much to praise God for! When you walk by, you might see a silly grin
on my face…yeah, that’s because I’m one blessed lady!
Last week, I was asked to tell a Christmas story in
chapel. I won’t include the part from
the Best Christmas Pageant Ever, but here is the rest.
May God bless each of you, dear readers! Have a Merry Christmas!
Chapel Friday, December 7, 2012
Good morning and Merry Christmas to all of you. I am full of thankfulness this Christmas
season. Not only is the wonder of the
incarnation overwhelming this season, but I’m so grateful to be here with such
wonderful students and faculty.
When Mrs. Watters asked on behalf of President Avery
to share a Christmas story, I originally thought that you might enjoy hearing
about my second Christmas. I celebrated
that second year by expressing my joy for the season in a rather odd
fashion. Yes, I in my little one year/9
month brain decided that the tree was so beautiful…in fact, it wasn’t just
beautiful…it looked tasty. My parents
tell me that I had consumed quite a bit of the tree before they caught me. Now, one would think that my loving parents
would rush me to the nearest doctor; however, this was not to be the case. Ruth and Lewis Ryder instead took me to the
nearby funeral home. Lest you get
concerned and begin filling out paperwork for Child Protective Services, I should
inform you that in our tiny town, the funeral director’s sons happened to be
the EMT’s! All was solved without
lasting damage!
I thought over the many Christmas’s since that
time. Many of you may have known my
brother, Lucas, so you can imagine the silly moments that occur around the
Ryder house for Christmas…but there is nothing too exciting in share, so
instead I’ll share a favorite memory that happened about 5 years ago.
He had the most beautiful blue eyes that I’ve ever
seen. Blond curls on the top of his
little head that came to my waist. I had
been the teacher of his two older brothers.
James and Dakota had required extra help in Reading and I, being the
Title I teacher, had the wonderful opportunity of working with both of
them. In fact, one summer James needed
to attend summer school, since I was teaching this session, I drove to him to
and from the school. One particular day,
I remember having to knock on the door.
Aunt Heather cracked the door open and inside I could see magazines,
newspapers, peelings, and the like piled around the room. James and Dakota informed me one day that
they had a large rat in their home. We
later learned that a tree had fallen on the trailer and a possum was living in
the home with them!
A few years had passed and now Marshall was in my first grade
classroom. I could tell that he was
drawn by the love of Jesus in my room. I
remember one particular day as Marshall
came up to me at recess. “Miss Ryder,”
he said. “Yes, Marshall .”
“Miss Ryder, when you were reading in group time today, you looked so
beautiful.” He was seeing the love of
Jesus.
Well, Christmas was quickly approaching and students
in the public school system were writing their lists of wants for
Christmas. Marshall quietly informed me one day that he
didn’t think he’d get much for Christmas.
In fact, Aunt Heather and Grandma had informed them that their wasn’t
quite enough money that year. Several of
the teachers gathered together, we pooled our money, and went off to solve this
problem.
Christmas Eve arrived and the gathering of my father’s
side of the family occurred. After this,
we attended the little community Christmas Eve service in our small town. Then my brother, sister, and I loaded the
large black bag into the car and made the trip to Aunt Heather’s home. By this time, they were living in a small
apartment in a nearby town. As quietly
as we could, we snuck the bag outside of the door/in the stairwell and made our
escape. I’ll be honest with you, when
those blue eyes met mine on that Monday after Christmas they were dancing. “Miss Ryder, you’ll never believe what
happened…” My eyes on the other hand
were nearly ready to “spring a leak.”
We have a somewhat unusual tradition at the Ryder
household. Each Christmas we read The
Best Christmas Pageant Ever. This
tradition began when I was 10 years old.
Our school had a book give away and I just happened to pick up this
delightful book. My heart has always
been tender toward the Herdmans of our world because of it.
In case you don’t know the story, this is a family of
terrible children…there father left and the mother is overwhelmed. They have been passed through school to save
extra headaches for the teachers.
However, due to a variety of circumstances they get “mixed up” with the
Church and become the lead roles in the Christmas story. I’ll share a couple of parts with you this
morning…I’ll try not to be emotional, but I’ve never been able to read this
part without crying…
This season may you share the glorious news that unto
us a Child was born! J